For Ishak,

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Every May, I make a small flower bouquet and bring it by my friend’s grave side. He is just a friend who I went out dinner with other friends, laughed and cried together, or called middle of night when I was having difficult times, or some times we had disagreements. And I thought this norm for us continues for long time, even we get old we do the same.
For our friendship, there isn’t tomorrow, next week, nor next month. Life is unpredictable. Do it now, don’t wait.

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